And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 590 | 2018-03-06 19:42:44 | 65.28 | 97% |
| 416 | 2017-12-08 21:01:13 | 66.07 | 97% |
| 110 | 2017-02-21 18:26:22 | 45.12 | 85% |